A traveller
Yesterday, a box appeared in our mail.
It was from Kelowna, British Columbia (Canada).
It was very lightweight.
It said, “Open Me!”
When a package squeaks, I find it best to oblige.
Waiting to see what comes out
So we slit the seems on the top, laid it on the grass and watched.
Where am I?
A small, red and gold dragon emerged slowly.
It’s chillier here than in BC.
At first he seemed confused and a little disoriented. After all, he comes from a place where the ocean is on the other side of the land; our ocean is east, but his was west.
In the rock garden.
A stroll around the garden seemed to restore his spirits, though.
Night-scented stocks.
He has a particular fondness for scented flowers…
Northern lights azalea. Spicy-smelling.
I offered to take him to the beach to see the capelin, but he was pretty tired after such a long journey. Instead, he found a little girl and wheedled him way into her arms for the night.
“Nimbus,” she tells me his name is.
Home. It was difficult to get a picture of him asleep, since he’s under Katherine’s head.
And he is most welcome here!
*Nimbus came from the address of Crystal Mandryk, although there was nothing in the box to tell me who made him and there are a few knitters in that family. My bets are on Crystal, but I could be off. He has a particularly long neck and looks like he’d be a good swimmer. He is fitting in beautifully here and apparently does not breathe fire. Of course, I have yet to find out if he’s a particularly truthful dragon or if he is at all prone to fibs. In any event, I have the fire extinguisher handy.
coool story, thank goodness i didn’t have to wait very long to have the mystery solved, and a great tour of your flowers,thanks MJ
Oh Dragon Whisperer! Nary a word did he say to me, and though I checked, the nether regions revealed nothing either. Now he has gender, name and home; I’m glad!
You made my morning! Lovely photo story
What a great plushie and story
Loved this post! Chuckled many times
That is absolutely adorable